Tetrahydrons on Mars - Durag Dynasty, Planet Asia, Tristate

Lay down a bed of roses for dead soldiers

Paranoid orders for retribution and observers

Lead to more murders, death at us with dirty burners

Clockin them corners, speakin in slang so they can’t decode it

Notice potent aromas, smoking that serious B plant

This ain’t a rhyme, I’m at the stars when you hear me rap

Master of aplephoras, night of the non-sequeters

Somehow you understand the point no matter how complex it is

It’s all freedom, this expressive behemoth

Is tuned with mathematics, I’m walkin through tetrahydrons on Mars

When allowing alchemy in these bars

Come against the Durag Dynasty, we’d rather take saws

From my arab with niggas replacing plug in every nut of mine

We do it bigger but niggas is seldom do it better

We camouflage the message in wreckage for understanding

The methods of that a genius, never of the devil’s planning

I wrote this for my gold chain militants

All for half a tab of mescaline, murder instruments

Rap dynasty at its fullest strength

Pull it up, all and no cray, speakin common sense

To get money’s obvious my accomplishments

The south central with a ill mental knowledge this

Osmosis, Nike Air, mini beans, many G’s fuckin with us, no skinny jeans

Born in sever means, I could kill a man

Helicopter gwap, air em out like a ceiling fan

Kobe Bryant toll the tiers

Bridges getting wetter than the fire hydrant, pushin dope like wire

Vicious, this ain’t a movie I enact and feel

Tough is still actin, I blow a burner like is V Vicknail

Aggressive like Melly Mel in The Message

You wanna test it?

Don’t push me Pussyfoot, tiptoe em cuz you shook

When you see the giants deep inside you scared of the streets

To gudda rap the lion

The glom of a king is with ominous planning

Slow Murder Inc on the tablets, blowin sand I grant em